… a stuffed toy tiger chasing its tail!

“If I can only get a grip on myself I’ll sort out my anger, I’ll sort out my greed, I’ll fix my pride and jealousy, I’ll tidy up my relationships, I’ll get rid of my de .. lus .. ion .. .. ..s ..”

“Dammit! Why do I always end up back in the toy box before I can catch myself?  I just start getting up momentum and she plonks her butt down on the zafu.  Instant abandonment!  Oh the insult!”

“Doesn’t she know I am REAL?  That I’ve got ISSUES?  That my existence depends on getting them fixed?”

“And FCOL why doesn’t she turn off that darned Light?”

– miriam louisa

(with sincere apologies to Bill Watterson and Hobbes)